Since this got more hits than the others, I'll write this update first.
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She stared at the vases of roses spread out all over her bedroom. She really should throw them all away. They took up too much space and reminded her of him. She'd be damned though if she let him ruin roses for her. Besides, it wasn't as though she could forget him. It had been 5 days already but he never failed to show up every morning, asking her to forgive him.
No, not asking. Commanding. Ordering. Intimidating. Well, two could play at that game. The last time she had threatened to call his mother. Hera coddled her son, but given the choice, she would always defend the woman scorned. Having experience too much heartbreak at the hands of her own unfaithful husband, she would not hesitate to reprimand her son for doing the same to another woman.
She leaned back against the pillows of the bed. If only she could just forget about him. Forget about his touch. Forget his lips on hers. Forget the way he had told her beautiful. Forget when he had claimed her as his.
Ugh. What was that? She got out of the bed to see what was causing such a racket. What she found was Ares outside her balcony once more, now with a group of musicians. He wouldn't dare...
His rich, masculine voice floated up to her as he began his song. "Oh beauteous, Athena. Thy raven locks, thy ruby lips, thy slim, silken..."
"Stop! Ares, I swear to the Fates that I will throw one of these vases of roses at your head if you don't stop this instant!" she shouted, afraid of what would follow next in his song.
"Oh, so you liked the flowers," he said, smiling.
"Why can't you just leave me alone, Ares? It's alright. I'm not mad at you anymore."
"Really?" he shouted back tauntingly.
"Yes!" she screamed.
"Prove it!" he challenged. "Prove it and I'll go away."
"How?" she shouted back, trying to keep the eagerness out of her voice.
"Come down here and give me a kiss and tell me you don't still love me."
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Yes, it's short. I want to see what kind of response 2 chapters will get.